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 Georgia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barrington Levy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
Visage,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Names,
Junior Murvin,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
Hoover,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput,
Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Walker Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
Bush Tetras,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.