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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
Shoche,
John Holt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scratch Acid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
The Slits,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Connie Case,
Rosa Yemen,
Ten City,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Altered Images,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Accadde A,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.