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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deadbeat to the jazz 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
New Age Steppers,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
Warsaw,
Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxette,
Fad Gadget,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
ABC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Almond,
Visage,
Al Stewart,
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.