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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Porter Ricks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub,
X-101,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
10cc,
Ituana,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
Mars,
Warsaw,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
Davy DMX,
The Raincoats,
Jandek,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.