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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Interpol to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
D'Angelo,
The Last Poets,
Bush Tetras,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
the Germs,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
Eric Dolphy,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Motions,
Nico,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.