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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 The Offenders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
Mo-Dettes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
Pierre Henry,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Starr,
Television,
Wings,
Drexciya,
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.