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 Serbia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Amazonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Fear,
Visage,
Television,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
Judy Mowatt,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
Toni Rubio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Vladislav Delay,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
This Heat,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
Yazoo,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moody Blues,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
The Move,
Radiohead,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
Nik Kershaw,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.