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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
The Barracudas,
X-101,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
the Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
Alison Limerick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
the Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
Unwound,
New Order,
The Evens,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.