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 Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Dead C 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
10cc,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sparks,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
Ronan,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.