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 Togo and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the disco 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
Roxy Music,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers,
Josef K,
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
Minutemen,
Quantec,
AZ,
cv313,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Interpol,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
Oblivians,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
Pussy Galore,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.