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 Ghana and from New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
Glenn Branca,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
The Seeds,
Wire,
Banda Bassotti,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
Mission of Burma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.