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 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Cecil Taylor to the punk 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crime,
Roxy Music,
Fear,
Swans,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth,
The Fugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
June of 44,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
Yaz,
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
the Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
Hoover,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
F. McDonald,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
The Gap Band,
Can,
Cymande,
Ituana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
Junior Murvin,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.