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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Modern Lovers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Near,
Nation of Ulysses,
Average White Band,
Alphaville,
Derrick May,
Visage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Sherman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
Deepchord,
Marine Girls,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Wally Richardson,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suicide,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.