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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Joyce Sims to the dance 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Warren Ellis,
Slave,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
In Retrospect,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
Can,
Aswad,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
Flash Fearless,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
Steve Hackett,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
Organ,
Warsaw,
Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Jerry's Kids,
Faraquet,
Agent Orange,
Marc Almond,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Crispian St. Peters,
Janne Schatter,
Pole,
the Normal,
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.