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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Last Poets to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy,
the Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Audionom,
Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
Faust,
David McCallum,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
Funkadelic,
Ludus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grauzone,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Music Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.