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 Australia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Michelle Simonal to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lindisfarne,
Franke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crime,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fluxion,
Royal Trux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
Public Enemy,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Green,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.