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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 PIL to the techno 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Rundgren,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Royal Trux,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
DJ Sneak,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visage,
The Velvet Underground,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
Brick,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.