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 Kosovo and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Masters at Work to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Agent Orange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive,
Magazine,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
Lungfish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Pole,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Blossom Toes,
Icehouse,
Fugazi,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.