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 Georgia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rotary Connection to the techno 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Names,
Wally Richardson,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water,
June of 44,
Amazonics,
Funky Four + One,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
Lungfish,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.