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 Bolivia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Clear Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The United States of America,
E-Dancer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echospace,
Skarface,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
Technova,
Average White Band,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
Animal Collective,
Todd Terry,
The Barracudas,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drexciya,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
Jandek,
The Real Kids,
Siglo XX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yazoo,
Byron Stingily,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
New Order,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
Interpol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.