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 South Africa and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
cv313,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Move,
Qualms,
Talk Talk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
The Beau Brummels,
Index,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
Technova,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry's Kids,
Wings,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Sneak,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
10cc,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.