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 Brunei and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
Japan,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
Model 500,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Starr,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
The Selecter,
PIL,
Lalann,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Can,
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Görl,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.