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 Romania and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 48th St. Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cecil Taylor,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
Black Pus,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Graham Central Station,
Donny Hathaway,
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
Urselle,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
CMW,
Ralphi Rosario,
Albert Ayler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Buzzcocks,
KRS-One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dead C,
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.