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 Colombia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
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 Black Sheep to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Byron Stingily,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
Japan,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
Shoche,
the Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
Arthur Verocai,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
Erasure,
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
Alphaville,
Groovy Waters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.