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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Albert Ayler to the techno 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Massinfluence,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
The Stooges,
Magma,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Joensuu 1685,
Al Stewart,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
Oneida,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
Funkadelic,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.