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 Togo and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
Smog,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
D'Angelo,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
Television,
The Move,
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ituana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Ten City,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.