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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sister Nancy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
Second Layer,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
Connie Case,
Arab on Radar,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
Wasted Youth,
Black Flag,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
Cymande,
The Durutti Column,
Au Pairs,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Interpol,
Lower 48,
Rotary Connection,
The Music Machine,
Intrusion,
Model 500,
The Smiths,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes,
X-Ray Spex,
Arthur Verocai,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.