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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bizarre Inc. to the punk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
The Kinks,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
The Count Five,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
Index,
Wings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Urselle,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
The Trojans,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
Audionom,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.