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 Suriname and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drexciya to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes,
Cameo,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
Freddie Wadling,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
John Holt,
Byron Stingily,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.