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 Angola and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
a-ha,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Guru Guru,
ABC,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
Ice-T,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shoche,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.