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 Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arab on Radar to the rap 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
Bluetip,
Nico,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
Sarah Menescal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Knickerbockers,
X-101,
Junior Murvin,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
Roxy Music,
Y Pants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joyce Sims,
the Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Moebius,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
KRS-One,
Lungfish,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
Pulsallama,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.