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 Albania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Axelrod,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Remains,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monks,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
Bill Wells,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Hood,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
Cameo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rosa Yemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.