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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Loose Ends,
Blancmange,
MC5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
The Tremeloes,
cv313,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Near,
The Martian,
Eli Mardock,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.