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 Gambia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rap 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Lou Christie,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
Intrusion,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Age Steppers,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
Essential Logic,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anakelly,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
Los Fastidios,
Grey Daturas,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.