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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Leonard Cohen to the grunge 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
John Foxx,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
K-Klass,
cv313,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
Brick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
X-102,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Jandek,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
Bluetip,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
Fear,
The Remains,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.