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 Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra to the funk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Searchers,
Liliput,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers,
Barrington Levy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
The Angels of Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
Little Man,
U.S. Maple,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
Public Enemy,
Ultra Naté,
The Gladiators,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
Franke,
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
The Cure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
Yaz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.