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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Kerrie Biddell to the jazz 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
Drexciya,
Sarah Menescal,
cv313,
Wire,
Harmonia,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
The New Christs,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
JFA,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ponytail,
Easy Going,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.