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 Korea South and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed to the crunk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Birthday Party,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
Lalann,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
The Music Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
Japan,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
Con Funk Shun,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Five Americans,
cv313,
the Normal,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
Andrew Hill,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.