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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harmonia to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
The Index,
The Move,
The Happenings,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
Lyres,
Kas Product,
The United States of America,
Fear,
Intrusion,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
Sun City Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Rosa Yemen,
Visage,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
Slave,
The Evens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.