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 Benin and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
Oneida,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cowsills,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Absolute Body Control,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronan,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
Loose Ends,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.