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 Bolivia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Deadbeat to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gong,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
Swans,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths,
Can,
Mars,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
New Age Steppers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
Angry Samoans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
Radio Birdman,
The Music Machine,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.