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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
Outsiders,
Thee Headcoats,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sonics,
Skarface,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suicide,
Goldenarms,
Grauzone,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Angels of Light,
H. Thieme,
Joy Division,
Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül II,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
Scientists,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.