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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
Panda Bear,
Arcadia,
Dawn Penn,
Grey Daturas,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Whodini,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
Pagans,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
H. Thieme,
Lyres,
Anthony Braxton,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.