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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton 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?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
Pierre Henry,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Easy Going,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
Newcleus,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
AZ,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.