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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Lalann to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
Faust,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cramps,
Trumans Water,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
Janne Schatter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Adolescents,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
John Lydon,
Carl Craig,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
Shoche,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Associates,
The Cure,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grey Daturas,
Henry Cow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
David Bowie,
Skaos,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J,
Surgeon,
JFA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
CMW,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.