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 Zimbabwe and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Black Moon to the rock 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
New York Dolls,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott Heron,
Metal Thangz,
Deakin,
Inner City,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
Magazine,
Dead Boys,
Urselle,
Harmonia,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
Bauhaus,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.