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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
Half Japanese,
Wire,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
Scientists,
X-102,
Joyce Sims,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hardrive,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
David Bowie,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.