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 Belize 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Martian to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Fatback Band,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
Chris & Cosey,
the Normal,
Faraquet,
Siglo XX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
Toni Rubio,
Mantronix,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
CMW,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
Interpol,
The Blackbyrds,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
Gang of Four,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
Mars,
E-Dancer,
Susan Cadogan,
Khruangbin,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Moon,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.