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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Malaria! to the electroclash 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Angry Samoans,
Amazonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
Pole,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
PIL,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
Yaz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
Ponytail,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sam Rivers,
Magazine,
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young,
Visage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy,
Royal Trux,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.