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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 The Gories to the funk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
Rekid,
Basic Channel,
Susan Cadogan,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
Cluster,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Bowie,
The Barracudas,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scientists,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cheater Slicks,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.