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 Indonesia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sällskapet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
the Association,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
Swell Maps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skriet,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
Kas Product,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ornette Coleman,
Josef K,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Clarke,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.