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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fugs to the punk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Sarah Menescal,
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Eric Copeland,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Niagra,
cv313,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
The Raincoats,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drexciya,
The Standells,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
Gong,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Magma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
Piero Umiliani,
the Soft Cell,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.