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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Smiths,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
PIL,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-102,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
Chrome,
Trumans Water,
Fugazi,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Blossom Toes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette,
In Retrospect,
Anakelly,
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiohead,
Brick,
R.M.O.,
Flipper,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.