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 Brunei and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Agent Orange to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
Roger Hodgson,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
Flipper,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
Ludus,
Monks,
CMW,
Yaz,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doors,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Count Five,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
Henry Cow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.