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 Sweden and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grass Roots to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oneida,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones,
F. McDonald,
Alice Coltrane,
Japan,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Symarip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
Harry Pussy,
Sun City Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
Mandrill,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.