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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
Bobby Byrd,
Liliput,
the Germs,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
Rotary Connection,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sister Nancy,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
U.S. Maple,
Maleditus Sound,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.