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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Cal Tjader,
JFA,
Funkadelic,
Joensuu 1685,
Moebius,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
World's Most,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
Yellowson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
Stiv Bators,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
Wings,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
Jandek,
The Knickerbockers,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.