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 Georgia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ice-T to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
Hasil Adkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
Ohio Players,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
Ituana,
Ice-T,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
Dead Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.