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 Gabon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eric Dolphy to the rock 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Motions,
The Standells,
Motorama,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
The Techniques,
MC5,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Wells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
the Germs,
Shoche,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Loose Ends,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
Roxy Music,
Shuggie Otis,
The Young Rascals,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
AZ,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.