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 Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bad Manners to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions 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?
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed,
Reagan Youth,
Black Sheep,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set,
Pylon,
The Move,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
Blancmange,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
The New Christs,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
Lyres,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
the Slits,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.