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 Moldova and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the dance 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
L. Decosne,
Agitation Free,
Section 25,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
Mantronix,
Ossler,
The Motions,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
Faust,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick Morgan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
Pylon,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Fraelich,
The Beau Brummels,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.