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 Yemen and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
Skaos,
Roxy Music,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
Zapp,
Faust,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amazonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
The Stooges,
Roxette,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.