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 Maldives and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Essential Logic to the techno 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
Qualms,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats,
Moss Icon,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
Althea and Donna,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
R.M.O.,
David McCallum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
the Slits,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
the Association,
Hasil Adkins,
Brick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.