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 Norway and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Aural Exciters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Bad Manners,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
The Victims,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
Nik Kershaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
Deakin,
Visage,
Urselle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Desert Stars,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minor Threat,
Moebius,
Mars,
Flash Fearless,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.