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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hoover to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
Magazine,
The Count Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
Amazonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators,
Animal Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
Main Source,
10cc,
Oblivians,
Smog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
John Cale,
The Victims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.