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 Ireland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Laurel Aitken,
Iggy Pop,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
Niagra,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
Thompson Twins,
Byron Stingily,
Loose Ends,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Severed Heads,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Human League,
Bluetip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
Susan Cadogan,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
Derrick May,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.