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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Barry Ungar to the dance 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
Smog,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
The New Christs,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
Lakeside,
Hoover,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABBA,
Pantaleimon,
Glenn Branca,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
B.T. Express,
The Star Department,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
MC5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh,
New York Dolls,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Thee Headcoats,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.