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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Archie Shepp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
Wire,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
Nirvana,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quando Quango,
The Star Department,
Unwound,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
Pantytec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
Royal Trux,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry's Kids,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
The Invisible,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.