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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 The Divine Comedy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
Eli Mardock,
Fear,
Boredoms,
New Order,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
Alton Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
MDC,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
Arcadia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Womack,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.