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 Mali and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gun Club to the jazz 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül,
Radio Birdman,
Ossler,
Aswad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Organ,
Little Man,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
The Pop Group,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Human League,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
Symarip,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.