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 Namibia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Porter Ricks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siglo XX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
Japan,
Country Teasers,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Birthday Party,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
Wings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
Jandek,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
Franke,
Minny Pops,
The Move,
Bill Near,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
X-102,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Sister Nancy,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Can,
The Techniques,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.