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 Burkina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
John Cale,
The Index,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
Radio Birdman,
Alton Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
Depeche Mode,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
Tears for Fears,
The Happenings,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare,
Warren Ellis,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.