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 Tuvalu and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
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 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 Parry Music to the disco 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
Make Up,
The Raincoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gories,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
Liliput,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
Wasted Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Banda Bassotti,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boredoms,
Reuben Wilson,
Organ,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hot Snakes,
Clear Light,
The Cure,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
In Retrospect,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.