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 Belgium and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Mills,
Mars,
Ken Boothe,
Rufus Thomas,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fuzztones,
Livin' Joy,
Tubeway Army,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare,
JFA,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
The Smiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Inner City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.