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 Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Yellowson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Simply Red,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Axelrod,
Faust,
Blancmange,
Rufus Thomas,
Can,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
Fat Boys,
Das Ding,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
MC5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
the Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.