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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Gabor Szabo to the funk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Bar-Kays,
Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
The Golliwogs,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
The Velvet Underground,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
The Moleskins,
Infiniti,
This Heat,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
Lalann,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.