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 Denmark and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magma,
Unwound,
Skarface,
the Slits,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
Hoover,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Selecter,
ABC,
Oblivians,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.