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 Moldova and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 AZ to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
Yaz,
Make Up,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
Rapeman,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
MC5,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
Freddie Wadling,
Pole,
AZ,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
Johnny Clarke,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
the Association,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.