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 Oman 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
Rod Modell,
Subhumans,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Starr,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
Main Source,
Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp,
ABBA,
The Busters,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
Clear Light,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minnie Riperton,
H. Thieme,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
Nils Olav,
The Gap Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
The Velvet Underground,
Patti Smith,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.