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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Sound Behaviour to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Cluster,
Blancmange,
Magma,
The Evens,
Lower 48,
In Retrospect,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
DNA,
Livin' Joy,
Q65,
The Wake,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
Newcleus,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
Eurythmics,
Hashim,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
The Divine Comedy,
the Association,
Max Romeo,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
Erasure,
Skarface,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.