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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
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 Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
Suicide,
Moss Icon,
Index,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Bourne,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Golliwogs,
Alison Limerick,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
Essential Logic,
Symarip,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
Schoolly D,
The Cramps,
Jandek,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.