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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 H. Thieme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
Sex Pistols,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca,
The United States of America,
Young Marble Giants,
Qualms,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
Altered Images,
Whodini,
Alice Coltrane,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
The Smiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MDC,
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.