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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quantec to the rock 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zapp,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stereo Dub,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Wake,
AZ,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
Cecil Taylor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sarah Menescal,
Easy Going,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
Oneida,
Funkadelic,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.