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 Austria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Cal Tjader to the electroclash 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
Reuben Wilson,
The Kinks,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swans,
Public Enemy,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q65,
Deakin,
CMW,
EPMD,
10cc,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
OOIOO,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
World's Most,
The Moleskins,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Magma,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.