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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Audionom to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
The Barracudas,
H. Thieme,
The Gun Club,
Blossom Toes,
Albert Ayler,
The Smiths,
Slave,
The Associates,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
Swans,
Cameo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
This Heat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cramps,
Chrome,
Little Man,
The Gap Band,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.