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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 X-Ray Spex to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
Index,
Don Cherry,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
The Victims,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arcadia,
Todd Terry,
Skriet,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
Saccharine Trust,
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang of Four,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
Sugar Minott,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.