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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kas Product to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Dead Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Lyres,
The Motions,
Henry Cow,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
Porter Ricks,
Maleditus Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Drexciya,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec,
Delta 5,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
the Association,
Radio Birdman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Bluetip,
the Germs,
Circle Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.