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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the disco 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
Monolake,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
Franke,
the Swans,
Popol Vuh,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
The Stooges,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.