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 Nauru and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cluster to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
The Cure,
The Stooges,
Babytalk,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
Newcleus,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
MDC,
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
Patti Smith,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Metal Thangz,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Walker Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eddi Front,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Funky Four + One,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.