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 the UAE and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Michelle Simonal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Youth Brigade,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
Main Source,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
Marvin Gaye,
Skaos,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
Zero Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
KRS-One,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
The Standells,
Siglo XX,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Q65,
Section 25,
Zapp,
Das Ding,
Ossler,
Little Man,
Amazonics,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.