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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Beau Brummels to the dance 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Style,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pop Group,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
Faraquet,
Unwound,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
Black Pus,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
Howard Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Los Fastidios,
Janne Schatter,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Connie Case,
Inner City,
The Litter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.