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 Namibia and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Gong to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Reuben Wilson,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
The Raincoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funkadelic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
UT,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Buzzcocks,
Television,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mr. Review,
Audionom,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
Scrapy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
X-101,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.