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 Ivory Coast and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Country Teasers to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
Iggy Pop,
New Order,
John Lydon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
JFA,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
Index,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
Rakim,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.