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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Wyatt,
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
Main Source,
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
David McCallum,
Liliput,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper,
Drexciya,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.