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 Austria and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Clear Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slick Rick,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Near,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
June Days,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.