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 Chad and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Pulsallama to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
The Walker Brothers,
Erasure,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Black Pus,
Josef K,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pylon,
Patti Smith,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
Deakin,
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cymande,
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
Ludus,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.