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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica 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?
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
Slick Rick,
The Stooges,
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef,
Fad Gadget,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
Q65,
Von Mondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack,
The Motions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monolake,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
Skriet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
Agitation Free,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.