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 Haiti and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Grass Roots to the grunge 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
Yellowson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Deakin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
Youth Brigade,
Hot Snakes,
Slave,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
This Heat,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD,
Ronan,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultravox,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.