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 Angola 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Talk Talk to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fugazi,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L.,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonic Youth,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight,
Q65,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
China Crisis,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier,
Echospace,
Cameo,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.