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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
The Move,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
Ludus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warsaw,
Joe Finger,
Junior Murvin,
The Human League,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
Procol Harum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
The Trojans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nico,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie,
Nils Olav,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Byron Stingily,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.