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 Tuvalu and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lyres,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
Visage,
Camouflage,
The Skatalites,
Hardrive,
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Ken Boothe,
Crooked Eye,
Radio Birdman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra,
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground,
Aaron Thompson,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Womack,
Lungfish,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
John Lydon,
U.S. Maple,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.