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 Angola and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cecil Taylor to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
the Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
The American Breed,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Negative Approach,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance,
Magma,
Josef K,
Organ,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Outsiders,
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
T. Rex,
Accadde A,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.