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 Syria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 R.M.O. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
The Barracudas,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
Heaven 17,
Ronan,
The J.B.'s,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Misunderstood,
Visage,
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Symarip,
The Happenings,
CMW,
Arcadia,
Funkadelic,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Standells,
Schoolly D,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
The Last Poets,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.