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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Freddie Wadling,
New York Dolls,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
Black Bananas,
The Dead C,
Oneida,
Amon Düül,
Dorothy Ashby,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
Buzzcocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
Moss Icon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
Black Moon,
Ossler,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
Brick,
The Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Can,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.