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 Suriname and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harry Pussy to the crunk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
Camberwell Now,
Delon & Dalcan,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
Mission of Burma,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Laurel Aitken,
Vladislav Delay,
The American Breed,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Au Pairs,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.