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 Laos and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 June Days to the rap 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
A Certain Ratio,
The Move,
MDC,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
Lightning Bolt,
In Retrospect,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
The Leaves,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
PIL,
Organ,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
Index,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Surgeon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.