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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gap Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
The Music Machine,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
Oblivians,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
Youth Brigade,
JFA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Clear Light,
DNA,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
Warren Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oneida,
Bill Near,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
June Days,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.