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 Iraq and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Ultra Naté to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
Radiohead,
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hardrive,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
Radio Birdman,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Franke,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.