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 St Lucia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marvin Gaye 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Oneida,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood,
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
Scientists,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
The Five Americans,
Smog,
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
Slick Rick,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
Arab on Radar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sixth Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.