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 Niger and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 X-101 to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller,
Mission of Burma,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
The Slackers,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
Yaz,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Ituana,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
Chrome,
Joyce Sims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Technova,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.