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 Turkey and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
Robert Görl,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
Model 500,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
the Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
Toni Rubio,
Stetsasonic,
Camouflage,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
Fluxion,
Sound Behaviour,
Motorama,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.