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 Ivory Coast and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Pharoah Sanders to the punk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
Joe Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Yazoo,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
Stetsasonic,
June Days,
Supertramp,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Lynne,
Marine Girls,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.