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 Russia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 Marmalade to the dance 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
The Pretty Things,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lindisfarne,
X-Ray Spex,
Camouflage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
Easy Going,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
Marine Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Prince Buster,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Nico,
Supertramp,
Flipper,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
Sugar Minott,
Oneida,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
DNA,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.