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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Skriet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Move,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Star Department,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Liliput,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
Davy DMX,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Franke,
PIL,
Fluxion,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
Swans,
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.