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 Vanuatu and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 The Buckinghams to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
Inner City,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deadbeat,
Smog,
Black Pus,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
Gong,
The Selecter,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
Bad Manners,
Suburban Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
Hashim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
Maurizio,
Stiv Bators,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.