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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Marmalade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Second Layer,
Q65,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
Iggy Pop,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
Interpol,
Morten Harket,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
The Count Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
Rites of Spring,
Theoretical Girls,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
Q and Not U,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skriet,
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dennis Brown,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.