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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DNA to the funk 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
Au Pairs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
Yaz,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
Rapeman,
Joyce Sims,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers,
Camouflage,
Ken Boothe,
Albert Ayler,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
Severed Heads,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fear,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.