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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Velvet Underground to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pole,
Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
Barrington Levy,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warren Ellis,
Rekid,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Lucky Dragons,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
Pulsallama,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.