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 Romania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 The Fugs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Happenings,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
Goldenarms,
MDC,
Roxy Music,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
Jeff Lynne,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
Brick,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
Amazonics,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gories,
Basic Channel,
Cameo,
Fear,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.