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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Deepchord to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Eurythmics,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echospace,
Wings,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
Alphaville,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
The Residents,
Moebius,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
Lungfish,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.