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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 James Chance & The Contortions 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys 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?
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
Rakim,
Q65,
Mandrill,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Music Machine,
The Pop Group,
Roxette,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
Sister Nancy,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
Hashim,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Model 500,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
James White and The Blacks,
Cybotron,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
Pylon,
Todd Terry,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.