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 Algeria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Althea and Donna to the grunge 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shoche,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Motorama,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
U.S. Maple,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visage,
the Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.