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 Dominican Republic and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sun Ra to the rock 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
The United States of America,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Aswad,
Tommy Roe,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
Faraquet,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Davy DMX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
The Searchers,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Rotary Connection,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.