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 Germany and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
Skaos,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
Magazine,
New Order,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
Inner City,
Mark Hollis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mo-Dettes,
the Bar-Kays,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scion,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
Lindisfarne,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Hill,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
The Standells,
R.M.O.,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.