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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Foxx to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
Television Personalities,
Loose Ends,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yaz,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pop Group,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rekid,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Germs,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
Technova,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.