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 Papua New Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
Loose Ends,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
Suicide,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
Bad Manners,
The Martian,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Slits,
Dead Boys,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.