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 Iceland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Junior Murvin,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
Kerri Chandler,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
Wire,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
Technova,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
Liliput,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.