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 Colombia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Half Japanese,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
Joe Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Whodini,
Skriet,
Drexciya,
Outsiders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Residents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
Tubeway Army,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
The Remains,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
JFA,
Ludus,
Cymande,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
Fugazi,
Brothers Johnson,
Delta 5,
Pantaleimon,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.