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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
Infiniti,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.