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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
David Axelrod,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The American Breed,
Bill Wells,
Bronski Beat,
Bob Dylan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Excepter,
Porter Ricks,
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pop Group,
Babytalk,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hardrive,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soulsonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
Wire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.