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 Colombia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Minnie Riperton,
The Divine Comedy,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
The Invisible,
Intrusion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
Ultravox,
Swell Maps,
UT,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
Country Teasers,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
Faust,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Subhumans,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
Oneida,
Danielle Patucci,
Urselle,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
Minutemen,
Motorama,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.