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 Namibia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Junior Murvin to the rock 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
Theoretical Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
Blossom Toes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
Vainqueur,
the Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Flag,
Organ,
John Holt,
Wings,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ludus,
Flipper,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
Marcia Griffiths,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.