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 Iran and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scientists to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
Neil Young,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Icehouse,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
Colin Newman,
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
Faraquet,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Main Source,
Television,
Byron Stingily,
The Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
Scientists,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
Black Sheep,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
KRS-One,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.