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 Angola and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scrapy to the disco 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Pole,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moby Grape,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Vogues,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Lucky Dragons,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The American Breed,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Mandrill,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.