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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sparks,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Christie,
The Evens,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes,
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
the Bar-Kays,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Swans,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
The Gories,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.