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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Von Mondo to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kayak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Holt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brothers Johnson,
Scion,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
Lyres,
DNA,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mr. Review,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.