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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Bananas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
Animal Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
Fear,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
The Real Kids,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Remains,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
UT,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
Deepchord,
Boz Scaggs,
Wire,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Faust,
the Association,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.