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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 JFA to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Smooth,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yaz,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mandrill,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kas Product,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.