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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Skarface to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
Urselle,
Interpol,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Section 25,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Massinfluence,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Star Department,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nils Olav,
Soul II Soul,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
X-102,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
Half Japanese,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
The J.B.'s,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.