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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Deadbeat,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
The New Christs,
Dead Boys,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
the Association,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
Suicide,
Man Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
Country Teasers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
Liliput,
Cluster,
U.S. Maple,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.