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 Iran and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 R.M.O. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smoke,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anakelly,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
Vainqueur,
Yellowson,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
Negative Approach,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deepchord,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marshall Jefferson,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Beau Brummels,
Das Ding,
Nirvana,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
The United States of America,
Bluetip,
The Standells,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Japan,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.