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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deadbeat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
CMW,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
Q65,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
World's Most,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
Wings,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
Pylon,
The Invisible,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.