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 Suriname and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wasted Youth to the jazz 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Crash Course in Science,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
Jandek,
The Fall,
Graham Central Station,
Interpol,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
Heaven 17,
Black Flag,
Scientists,
The Skatalites,
Fatback Band,
Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mummies,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Machine,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
Peter and Kerry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
D'Angelo,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
The Litter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.