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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
The Tremeloes,
The Residents,
June of 44,
X-102,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
Deadbeat,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
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Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bauhaus,
K-Klass,
Donny Hathaway,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
Franke,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Excepter,
Josef K,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.