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 Suriname and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jawbox to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
Marvin Gaye,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
OOIOO,
Scientists,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Near,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
X-101,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
the Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-Ray Spex,
Suicide,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.