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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Silicon Teens to the disco 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes 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?
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Fatback Band,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crooked Eye,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
Josef K,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
Ituana,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
The Index,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
AZ,
The Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
Intrusion,
Maurizio,
Sam Rivers,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
JFA,
Q65,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
The Techniques,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.