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 the UAE and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Drive Like Jehu to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fortunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
Scrapy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mars,
Rites of Spring,
Section 25,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young,
Maleditus Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.