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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Television,
China Crisis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Yellowson,
Little Man,
Sixth Finger,
Babytalk,
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
Negative Approach,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
Rosa Yemen,
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
MDC,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lyres,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
Mad Mike,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
Unrelated Segments,
World's Most,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Soft Machine,
The Happenings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.