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 Saudi Arabia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sex Pistols to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brand Nubian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fluxion,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
Patti Smith,
ABC,
cv313,
Subhumans,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Near,
Q65,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monks,
Sandy B,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Mantronix,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
Von Mondo,
CMW,
Technova,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
EPMD,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.