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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Smiths to the grime 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
Roxy Music,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas,
The Smiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days,
Erasure,
The Saints,
Eve St. Jones,
Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
The Litter,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
Massinfluence,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
John Foxx,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Enemy,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.