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 Taiwan and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scientists,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
Fat Boys,
Outsiders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
Black Pus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
Faraquet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
Japan,
Shuggie Otis,
Leonard Cohen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smoke,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
New Age Steppers,
Cecil Taylor,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.