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 Dominica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rotary Connection to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Can,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
Gang Starr,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
Desert Stars,
Joe Finger,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Germs,
David Bowie,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.