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 Korea North and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
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 synthesizer 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 X-101 to the grime 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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
L. Decosne,
Lalann,
The Knickerbockers,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
Crime,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
The Busters,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
Hashim,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.