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 Hungary and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Excepter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
The Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultra Naté,
F. McDonald,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
X-102,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Crooked Eye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Unwound,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
The Slits,
the Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Schoolly D,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
Urselle,
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
Boredoms,
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
Dual Sessions,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.