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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Terry Callier to the grime 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
Scientists,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Sonics,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magazine,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
Brick,
Lungfish,
Ice-T,
Derrick May,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
David Axelrod,
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
The Seeds,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
Organ,
Ornette Coleman,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
David McCallum,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.