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 Greece and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ronan to the jazz 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
Donald Byrd,
Q65,
Man Eating Sloth,
Carl Craig,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
The Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
Eddi Front,
Cymande,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oneida,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.