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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Au Pairs to the disco 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
Organ,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unrelated Segments,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
Ten City,
Shoche,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wally Richardson,
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Radio Birdman,
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
The Happenings,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Smooth,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maleditus Sound,
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.