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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gabor Szabo to the jazz 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
Groovy Waters,
The Monochrome Set,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deakin,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harry Pussy,
Cameo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
Rapeman,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blackbyrds,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
The Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Agitation Free,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.