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 Moldova and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 OOIOO to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
Little Man,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
The Barracudas,
Drexciya,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Massinfluence,
Slick Rick,
cv313,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
The Busters,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
Dawn Penn,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.