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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Stooges to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan,
Quantec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
The Wake,
Shoche,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Japan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suicide,
Harry Pussy,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Starr,
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.