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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Görl,
Kas Product,
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
The Names,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges,
JFA,
Ten City,
Terry Callier,
Cecil Taylor,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.