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 Philippines and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Khruangbin to the electroclash 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
PIL,
Barrington Levy,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
The Dead C,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
Deepchord,
K-Klass,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
Porter Ricks,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
The Cure,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.