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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Slits,
kango's stein massive,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mo-Dettes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magazine,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan,
The Star Department,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
Yaz,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
Janne Schatter,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
ABC,
MC5,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
Sam Rivers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.