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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dave Gahan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
Hardrive,
Pantytec,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arthur Verocai,
Cal Tjader,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
The Fuzztones,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pretty Things,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
The Wake,
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.