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 Macedonia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
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 linndrum 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 Yusef Lateef to the jazz 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Massinfluence,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mo-Dettes,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
Steve Hackett,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
Glambeats Corp.,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Section 25,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
Faust,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Junior Murvin,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
PIL,
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
Scratch Acid,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.