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 Burkina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
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 spring reverb 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 Animal Collective to the rock 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
Magma,
Moebius,
Gregory Isaacs,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
The Move,
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
MDC,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
Yaz,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
Grauzone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drexciya,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
48th St. Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
Fear,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barry Ungar,
cv313,
Visage,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The J.B.'s,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
Don Cherry,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.