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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxy Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slave,
Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Parry Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
UT,
The Gladiators,
The Move,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
Television,
New Order,
Tommy Roe,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
the Swans,
the Germs,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.