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 Guatemala and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Motorama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nirvana,
Jacques Brel,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
Heaven 17,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Faraquet,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
The Names,
Rotary Connection,
Blossom Toes,
Eden Ahbez,
Erasure,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
The United States of America,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
H. Thieme,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.