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 Taiwan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Excepter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
The Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
MDC,
Main Source,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
the Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yaz,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Graham Central Station,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
The Dead C,
the Fania All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.