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 Morocco and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grunge 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
X-102,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Outsiders,
Circle Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Lindisfarne,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.