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 Ghana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Man Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput,
Television,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
The Star Department,
Pulsallama,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
D'Angelo,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
Symarip,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
The Motions,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
Au Pairs,
kango's stein massive,
The Pop Group,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gories,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.