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 Spain and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
Pole,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
Magazine,
Schoolly D,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minnie Riperton,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
The Gladiators,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
Thee Headcoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.