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 Laos and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Minutemen to the jazz 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
the Association,
Bill Near,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
The Move,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
KRS-One,
Letta Mbulu,
B.T. Express,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
Scion,
John Foxx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
Magazine,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.