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 Australia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Thompson Twins to the jazz 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unrelated Segments,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
JFA,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
Fear,
Jeff Mills,
Rapeman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ten City,
Mission of Burma,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
Lungfish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Magazine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
Television,
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.