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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Roxy Music to the grime 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
Animal Collective,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
The Last Poets,
Robert Görl,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
Mo-Dettes,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
David Bowie,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shoche,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.