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 Hungary and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Simply Red to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Nick Fraelich,
Deadbeat,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
Wasted Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magazine,
The Dead C,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare,
Kaleidoscope,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marmalade,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.