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 United States and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Monolake to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra 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?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magazine,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
New York Dolls,
Kaleidoscope,
B.T. Express,
Main Source,
Half Japanese,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
Quantec,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Khruangbin,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
Infiniti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy Collins,
Deakin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.