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 Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
The Victims,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
Gang Green,
JFA,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
10cc,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
Ossler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case,
Rapeman,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.