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 Niger and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kinks to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Ten City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
Black Bananas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
The Golliwogs,
Index,
H. Thieme,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
Andrew Hill,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
Amon Düül II,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
Smog,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.