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 Mexico and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rod Modell to the grime 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul,
Idris Muhammad,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
Theoretical Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
10cc,
Kurtis Blow,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joensuu 1685,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
Cameo,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.