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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sex Pistols to the punk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
The Fall,
Q65,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
Royal Trux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
Shuggie Otis,
Flash Fearless,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
The Moleskins,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Audionom,
Alison Limerick,
Wolf Eyes,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
Sarah Menescal,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.