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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Drexciya to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
Skaos,
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warsaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.