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 Argentina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
Brass Construction,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
JFA,
China Crisis,
The Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.