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 Maldives and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Black Bananas to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crime,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fugazi,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Jawbox,
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Make Up,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.