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 Liechtenstein and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 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 The Smoke 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?
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Section 25,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
Infiniti,
Technova,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
Connie Case,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
cv313,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
Scientists,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.