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 Antigua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pere Ubu to the techno 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Image Ltd.,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis,
Japan,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
Ossler,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Cale,
The Doors,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber 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.