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 Denmark and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 E-Dancer to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
Marine Girls,
Hashim,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
The Names,
Bobby Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
U.S. Maple,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cluster,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
EPMD,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.