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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Josef K to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Outsiders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Morten Harket,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ituana,
ABBA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Byron Stingily,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantytec,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
cv313,
The Divine Comedy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.