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 Samoa and from Bremen.
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 Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 June Days to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
Cameo,
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
The Human League,
the Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris & Cosey,
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
The Toasters,
Grauzone,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.