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 Colombia and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neu! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Certain Ratio,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
Yusef Lateef,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rapeman,
Grauzone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
MDC,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.