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 Angola and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
Thompson Twins,
Half Japanese,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
Livin' Joy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos,
UT,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
Visage,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.