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 Micronesia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Velvet Underground to the jazz 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Ohio Players,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
Swans,
Kas Product,
cv313,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
Unrelated Segments,
Rosa Yemen,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Technova,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suicide,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.