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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
AZ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Little Man,
Sandy B,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Wells,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
The Golliwogs,
Circle Jerks,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.