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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
Whodini,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
KRS-One,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
Erasure,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
D'Angelo,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
Al Stewart,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
Fad Gadget,
OOIOO,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ponytail,
The Black Dice,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
Index,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.