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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fugs to the rock 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Basic Channel,
Lakeside,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
Buzzcocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
UT,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
Gong,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
Rosa Yemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
cv313,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
the Swans,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.