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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DJ Style to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
Loose Ends,
Rotary Connection,
Colin Newman,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ice-T,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Last Poets,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
Isaac Hayes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
The Grass Roots,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
Fatback Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Slits,
The Names,
John Holt,
Brick,
Lakeside,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Audionom,
Qualms,
Alton Ellis,
Sparks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.