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 Colombia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Q65 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
Faraquet,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Excepter,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
Piero Umiliani,
The Stooges,
Bizarre Inc.,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
Aaron Thompson,
Funkadelic,
PIL,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oblivians,
Surgeon,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.