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 Marshall Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 H. Thieme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak,
Ken Boothe,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
Cameo,
The Kinks,
ABC,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
Bang On A Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalo Schifrin,
Parry Music,
Pere Ubu,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang of Four,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantytec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.