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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Make Up to the rap 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Tommy Roe,
Quadrant,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
Tres Demented,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
JFA,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
Nico,
Heaven 17,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
X-102,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
Theoretical Girls,
Bluetip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.