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 Malawi and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
New Order,
The Motions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moebius,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
Unrelated Segments,
John Holt,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
MDC,
The Evens,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
Suicide,
Roxette,
Reuben Wilson,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.