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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 JFA 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
the Association,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
E-Dancer,
Sugar Minott,
Magazine,
Ornette Coleman,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Terry,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rufus Thomas,
Saccharine Trust,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
Simply Red,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.