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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Gories to the techno 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül II,
In Retrospect,
DJ Style,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camouflage,
Steve Hackett,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
A Certain Ratio,
Symarip,
Scientists,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
Deadbeat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Moon,
X-102,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic,
Eurythmics,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
Chris & Cosey,
The Busters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.