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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Ultra Naté to the rock 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Qualms,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
It's A Beautiful Day,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
Bizarre Inc.,
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
The Last Poets,
PIL,
Mars,
Skarface,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
Erasure,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
Fat Boys,
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
The Saints,
MDC,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.