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 Cyprus and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerri Chandler to the grime 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Style,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
Fear,
Index,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
Michelle Simonal,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pop Group,
Ultra Naté,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
Brick,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.