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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
The Busters,
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
Alison Limerick,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-101,
The Slackers,
The Divine Comedy,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Golliwogs,
The Velvet Underground,
Wally Richardson,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun City Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
AZ,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
Symarip,
Oneida,
Scratch Acid,
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
K-Klass,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sixth Finger,
The Last Poets,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.