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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
Cluster,
The American Breed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Urselle,
Alton Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
JFA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
Whodini,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.