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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Supertramp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
Dark Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Popol Vuh,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
Smog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
Don Cherry,
H. Thieme,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Piero Umiliani,
Maleditus Sound,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
Unwound,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echospace,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
The Trojans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.