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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Durutti Column to the crunk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
Flash Fearless,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erasure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Offenders,
Roxette,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
Can,
H. Thieme,
Boredoms,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
Second Layer,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anakelly,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
The Standells,
Crash Course in Science,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.