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 Monaco and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Prince Buster to the funk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
Charles Mingus,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moebius,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
K-Klass,
Black Pus,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
The Black Dice,
Cymande,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
June of 44,
The Human League,
Technova,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
MDC,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smoke,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.