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 Angola and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Youth Brigade to the punk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Cameo,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Foxx,
Henry Cow,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls,
K-Klass,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blake Baxter,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick Morgan,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Index,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
Accadde A,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Basic Channel,
X-102,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.