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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Fela Kuti to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
Deadbeat,
the Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
The Divine Comedy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Parry Music,
Lucky Dragons,
the Association,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Halsall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
Q65,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.