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 Tuvalu 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the disco 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Iggy Pop,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
Skarface,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
Mark Hollis,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
the Swans,
Prince Buster,
L. Decosne,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Near,
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L.,
Aural Exciters,
Chris Corsano,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sarah Menescal,
Swans,
Aswad,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.