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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Roy Ayers to the grime 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Index,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter and Kerry,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
Juan Atkins,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
Chris & Cosey,
In Retrospect,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
Sex Pistols,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
The Techniques,
Zapp,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.