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 Guinea 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Wells,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
Lebanon Hanover,
The American Breed,
Duran Duran,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
MC5,
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
UT,
The Barracudas,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fall,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
Animal Collective,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.