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 Israel and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
Hardrive,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
Q and Not U,
Sparks,
Basic Channel,
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jandek,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Association,
The Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Misunderstood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
The Cramps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Charles Mingus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Brick,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.