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 Oman and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Newcleus,
John Holt,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Smog,
Das Ding,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
Unrelated Segments,
Maleditus Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
Schoolly D,
Animal Collective,
Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
Fugazi,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.