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 Brazil and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
The Residents,
CMW,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fluxion,
Howard Jones,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
D'Angelo,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camouflage,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott Heron,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
Susan Cadogan,
Bauhaus,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
the Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dead C,
Reuben Wilson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slave,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
MDC,
Guru Guru,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.