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 Jamaica and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gories to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
The Dirtbombs,
Glenn Branca,
Minutemen,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
Ossler,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blues Magoos,
Scientists,
The Associates,
L. Decosne,
The Fall,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
Technova,
New York Dolls,
The Durutti Column,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.