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 Panama and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Slits to the dance 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
Minny Pops,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
John Holt,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
Hasil Adkins,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
Tears for Fears,
Nik Kershaw,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
Groovy Waters,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
Reuben Wilson,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
The Trojans,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
Massinfluence,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.