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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Minny Pops to the techno 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slackers,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
Faust,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
Quando Quango,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now,
Absolute Body Control,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
Eli Mardock,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
cv313,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly,
Q65,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.