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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the punk 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Fatback Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slick Rick,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
Radio Birdman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacques Brel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
AZ,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Panda Bear,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deadbeat,
Jandek,
Sugar Minott,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brick,
UT,
Hoover,
Skaos,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter & Gordon,
Marmalade,
10cc,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.