Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guatemala and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Birthday Party to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
The Slackers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
Sparks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Names,
Dead Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Clarke,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.