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 Thailand and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grauzone,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
The Fall,
Jacques Brel,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
Hoover,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.