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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grunge 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
The Searchers,
Quantec,
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
The Motions,
Wire,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
Mantronix,
A Certain Ratio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Oneida,
OOIOO,
Smog,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.