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 Jordan and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Stockholm Monsters 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dead C,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gap Band,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Delta 5,
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
The Cure,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cluster,
The Gladiators,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
Zapp,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vainqueur,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.