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 Georgia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arkestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
Zapp,
Whodini,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mandrill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
The Move,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
Organ,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Judy Mowatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
Surgeon,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.