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 Germany and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
Circle Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABBA,
The Names,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Bar-Kays,
Monks,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
AZ,
Arcadia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
The Associates,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delta 5,
Technova,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
Cluster,
Mr. Review,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.