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 Lebanon and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Pierre Henry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fall,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Infiniti,
Television,
Scan 7,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quando Quango,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
DJ Style,
Yaz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.