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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
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 sitar 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reuben Wilson,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lightning Bolt,
Q and Not U,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
Blossom Toes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith,
Technova,
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.