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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
R.M.O.,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
The Sound,
The United States of America,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
Oneida,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
June of 44,
Ken Boothe,
PIL,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
Unwound,
Lyres,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.