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 Brazil and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Black Flag to the disco 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
Bronski Beat,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Banda Bassotti,
Byron Stingily,
The United States of America,
The Dead C,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
DNA,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
Camberwell Now,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
The Smiths,
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
EPMD,
Darondo,
This Heat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.