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 Peru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Half Japanese to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yazoo,
B.T. Express,
Black Bananas,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
The Names,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
Tears for Fears,
Alison Limerick,
Arcadia,
kango's stein massive,
Maurizio,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
The Cramps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.