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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 H. Thieme to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Saccharine Trust,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
Mars,
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
Lou Christie,
Mad Mike,
Index,
Terry Callier,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aswad,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eddi Front,
Bluetip,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
Pole,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.