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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
Spoonie Gee,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
Massinfluence,
The Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yazoo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
Junior Murvin,
Darondo,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
ABBA,
Can,
The Index,
KRS-One,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Germs,
Sandy B,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.