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 Belarus and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
10cc,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Nas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
Deepchord,
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
David Bowie,
Hoover,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
Mantronix,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
Public Enemy,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lyres,
Pagans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Sister Nancy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.