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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slits to the rap 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Infiniti,
Magazine,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
MC5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust,
Neu!,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
The Happenings,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
The Stooges,
The Invisible,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.