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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Ronnie Foster to the dance 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
Marcia Griffiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
JFA,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
Gastr Del Sol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joey Negro,
The Blackbyrds,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Index,
Sugar Minott,
Thompson Twins,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
The Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.