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 Mexico and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Flesh Eaters to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
Soulsonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
Unwound,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Black Dice,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Quantec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
The Skatalites,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Easy Going,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
Zero Boys,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
The Index,
UT,
Josef K,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.