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 Grenada and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 John Coltrane to the grunge 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
Surgeon,
Chrome,
New Order,
The Kinks,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
Arcadia,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The United States of America,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
The Techniques,
Howard Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
Cymande,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
The Evens,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Index,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
Radio Birdman,
Yellowson,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.