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 Hungary and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Doors,
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
ABC,
Japan,
Swell Maps,
The Velvet Underground,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
Jacob Miller,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pole,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
Magazine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Davy DMX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
Albert Ayler,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.