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 China and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Happenings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronan,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
Yazoo,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Maurizio,
June Days,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy Collins,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.