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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 rock 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
Lalo Schifrin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
Sun City Girls,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
the Association,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer,
Visage,
John Foxx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Inner City,
Babytalk,
Television,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
Japan,
June Days,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
Moss Icon,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.