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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Görl,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
Malaria!,
The Birthday Party,
Idris Muhammad,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
Siglo XX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.