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 Iraq and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
Idris Muhammad,
The Evens,
T.S.O.L.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Birthday Party,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
The Mummies,
B.T. Express,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
Oneida,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
Brick,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.