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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
L. Decosne,
Blancmange,
Dawn Penn,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Pere Ubu,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yusef Lateef,
Freddie Wadling,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
H. Thieme,
Joensuu 1685,
Television,
David Bowie,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
Pantytec,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
Ultra Naté,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.