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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wasted Youth to the rock 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxy Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
Radiohead,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
The Remains,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
The Leaves,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
Joensuu 1685,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.