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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sällskapet,
Pierre Henry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
Swans,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
Michelle Simonal,
MC5,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deakin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
Visage,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Index,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.