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 Slovakia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
Pussy Galore,
Gang of Four,
FM Einheit,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalann,
The Flesh Eaters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
Pole,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
Warren Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Busters,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
Au Pairs,
Can,
Swell Maps,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
Pulsallama,
Fear,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.