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 Nepal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 John Holt to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
Scientists,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
Niagra,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
Franke,
Gang Green,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction,
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mr. Review,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren,
Bush Tetras,
Arcadia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Colin Newman,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians,
The American Breed,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.