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 Mali and from Bologna.
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 Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marshall Jefferson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thee Headcoats,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
Sight & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ohio Players,
the Swans,
Lyres,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
Sam Rivers,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Wally Richardson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
The Saints,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ludus,
Wolf Eyes,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.