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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Wally Richardson 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Sneak,
Warsaw,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maleditus Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Agitation Free,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Clear Light,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
New York Dolls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme,
Morten Harket,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxy Music,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-101,
Johnny Clarke,
Minnie Riperton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Desert Stars,
Jandek,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.