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 Iraq and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 The Sound to the disco 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Almond,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fluxion,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
John Holt,
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron,
The American Breed,
Aural Exciters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
The Victims,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Althea and Donna,
Hot Snakes,
The Mummies,
Eli Mardock,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
The Leaves,
Index,
Organ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.