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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Five Americans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
Soulsonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Hood,
Rakim,
Interpol,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Sonics,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
Television Personalities,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Stooges,
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.