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 Grenada and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Star Department to the funk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
Pet Shop Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
The Smiths,
Faust,
Brothers Johnson,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
Bluetip,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
Quando Quango,
Tommy Roe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
The Mummies,
The Index,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.