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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül,
Supertramp,
Eve St. Jones,
Deakin,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Main Source,
In Retrospect,
Vainqueur,
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk,
MC5,
Pussy Galore,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantytec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
Section 25,
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.