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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Stetsasonic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
Jacob Miller,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
Bauhaus,
Fluxion,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Fraelich,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
Young Marble Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
John Foxx,
Skaos,
X-102,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.