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 Fiji and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Neil Young to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Jandek,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
Ituana,
Urselle,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
Graham Central Station,
Pierre Henry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Inner City,
Motorama,
Aswad,
Guru Guru,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Nico,
Maurizio,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Franke,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
The Move,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.