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 Japan and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
Average White Band,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alice Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.