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 Comoros and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deadbeat to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
Marvin Gaye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
Japan,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
Pussy Galore,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
Fear,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
Gang Green,
Technova,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ohio Players,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
Barry Ungar,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Qualms,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.