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 South Africa and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Cramps to the dance 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ludus,
The Index,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
Goldenarms,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
New York Dolls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
Reuben Wilson,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Audionom,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
The Gap Band,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Style,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.