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 Bahamas and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-102 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Q65,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ituana,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
Al Stewart,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
Organ,
Funkadelic,
The Modern Lovers,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
Bill Wells,
Fluxion,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Albert Ayler,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fugs,
the Human League,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Goldenarms,
Yaz,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.