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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
Althea and Donna,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
The Residents,
Oblivians,
FM Einheit,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
Cameo,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Zeros,
Groovy Waters,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Index,
Fela Kuti,
Ludus,
Scion,
Connie Case,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.