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 Botswana and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 CMW to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Babytalk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
Supertramp,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
Kayak,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
Blancmange,
Rapeman,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
Negative Approach,
Michelle Simonal,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents,
Aswad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.