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 Mauritius and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Colin Newman,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City,
Fluxion,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crime,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maurizio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
Davy DMX,
Y Pants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.