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 Senegal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Main Source to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
Yusef Lateef,
Hoover,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
Cluster,
Jacob Miller,
Q65,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Second Layer,
Blossom Toes,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.