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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Rosa Yemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fugs,
John Foxx,
Pylon,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
Gichy Dan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Mills,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
Altered Images,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Lydon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
Flipper,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.