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 Syria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jeru the Damaja to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
Deadbeat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shuggie Otis,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
Gang Green,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
Vainqueur,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Crime,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiohead,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.