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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
MDC,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
Sound Behaviour,
Yazoo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
Warsaw,
June Days,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Nas,
X-102,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti,
Magma,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.