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 Vietnam and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boogie Down Productions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Eric Dolphy,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
The Martian,
Brass Construction,
Wings,
Rotary Connection,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pierre Henry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Index,
Yazoo,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
The Associates,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.