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 Zambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pagans to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
cv313,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maurizio,
Scrapy,
The Fugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hashim,
Sällskapet,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
The Skatalites,
New Order,
X-102,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
X-Ray Spex,
The Move,
The Sound,
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Index,
Niagra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.