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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lydon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
Agent Orange,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
Niagra,
La Düsseldorf,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Idris Muhammad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Quando Quango,
Can,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
Swell Maps,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
Main Source,
The Gun Club,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.