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 Guyana and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Warsaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Barracudas,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
Royal Trux,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
Audionom,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul,
CMW,
Massinfluence,
Nik Kershaw,
The Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.