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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
PIL,
The Black Dice,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Womack,
Dark Day,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Knickerbockers,
Davy DMX,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
The Victims,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marine Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
Agitation Free,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
the Association,
Q and Not U,
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
The Smiths,
the Sonics,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.