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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rapeman,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
10cc,
KRS-One,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
Motorama,
Harmonia,
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
The Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
Mr. Review,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.