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 Latvia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Excepter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
Scratch Acid,
Marmalade,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
Bill Wells,
Anakelly,
Index,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Starr,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joey Negro,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.