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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Negative Approach 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dual Sessions,
Ronan,
Neu!,
Kas Product,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
David McCallum,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lee Hazlewood,
Interpol,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Stetsasonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Hill,
Q65,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
Tears for Fears,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike,
R.M.O.,
Aswad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
Magma,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
Masters at Work,
The Gories,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.