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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Carl Craig to the jazz 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warsaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rapeman,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
CMW,
The Residents,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hot Snakes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
The Leaves,
The Gap Band,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.