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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Sugar Minott to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman,
Oblivians,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Index,
Basic Channel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims,
the Normal,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drexciya,
Johnny Osbourne,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.