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 Suriname and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Max Romeo,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Malaria!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Style,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
Can,
Loose Ends,
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode,
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
The Offenders,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.