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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grauzone to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
Black Bananas,
Nirvana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
One Last Wish,
Skaos,
The Evens,
Smog,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Dolphy,
The Birthday Party,
Jandek,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Drexciya,
Cluster,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.