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 China and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 KRS-One to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Move,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier,
The Misunderstood,
the Germs,
Ronan,
Isaac Hayes,
Mad Mike,
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
The Busters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
X-101,
Pagans,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.