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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
D'Angelo,
Magma,
Camberwell Now,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
Infiniti,
Rotary Connection,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
MDC,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
The Zeros,
Babytalk,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Wyatt,
Crooked Eye,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.