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 Monaco and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
Idris Muhammad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
Matthew Bourne,
the Sonics,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
Slick Rick,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Sam Rivers,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lakeside,
Faust,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
La Düsseldorf,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.