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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Kayak to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drexciya,
Quando Quango,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oblivians,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
Fear,
Cheater Slicks,
Max Romeo,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
UT,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
The Remains,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
Black Flag,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Lakeside,
La Düsseldorf,
Tim Buckley,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.