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 Georgia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. 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 grunge 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Junior Murvin,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
the Germs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
Nik Kershaw,
Swans,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
Slick Rick,
New Order,
Hashim,
Suburban Knight,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
the Association,
Stereo Dub,
Hot Snakes,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
Index,
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.