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 Sweden and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
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 spring reverb 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 Zero Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
The Wake,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
Chris & Cosey,
Lyres,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
The Victims,
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultravox,
The Barracudas,
Gang of Four,
Slave,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
Cluster,
The Count Five,
Japan,
The Blues Magoos,
Siglo XX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill,
Brothers Johnson,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
Scientists,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.