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 Mozambique and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Surgeon to the disco 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Wings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Trumans Water,
X-102,
Mantronix,
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
ABBA,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
JFA,
Iggy Pop,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
EPMD,
Sarah Menescal,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.