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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Das Ding to the techno 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work,
Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
Jandek,
Joy Division,
Television,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
Donny Hathaway,
the Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig,
K-Klass,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
U.S. Maple,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.