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 France and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Banda Bassotti to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Cymande,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Starr,
UT,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
Theoretical Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Almond,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
Agent Orange,
Blake Baxter,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
Babytalk,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.