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 Serbia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Cameo,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
Freddie Wadling,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-101,
Ludus,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skaos,
Urselle,
FM Einheit,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yusef Lateef,
Hot Snakes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Toasters,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.