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 Jordan and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Almond to the disco 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Index,
Main Source,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
L. Decosne,
Excepter,
Ituana,
Bronski Beat,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brand Nubian,
Boredoms,
Section 25,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
PIL,
The Standells,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus,
The Dead C,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
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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.