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 Maldives and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stiv Bators to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
The Saints,
One Last Wish,
Maleditus Sound,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
Glenn Branca,
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
Lindisfarne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
The Five Americans,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
Y Pants,
Pussy Galore,
The J.B.'s,
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover,
OOIOO,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fuzztones,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.