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 Qatar and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
Fela Kuti,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
T.S.O.L.,
The Trojans,
PIL,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci,
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ituana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronnie Foster,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.