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 Grenada and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the punk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Matthew Bourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
Sam Rivers,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Symarip,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.