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 Singapore and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ossler to the grime 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
Barrington Levy,
Don Cherry,
John Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
Ohio Players,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
The Fall,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sister Nancy,
Schoolly D,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust,
Television,
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.