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 Algeria and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Harry Pussy to the funk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
The Cure,
Au Pairs,
Prince Buster,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
Unwound,
Rekid,
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
Marine Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Index,
In Retrospect,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Malaria!,
Motorama,
Hasil Adkins,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.