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 Zimbabwe and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Smiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
Rekid,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
Max Romeo,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
The Fortunes,
Skarface,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultra Naté,
Thompson Twins,
The Martian,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.