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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grey Daturas to the rock 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
Skarface,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yellowson,
The Sound,
Moebius,
Alton Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
Davy DMX,
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
Organ,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Happenings,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.