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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Easy Going to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
PIL,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
Quantec,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
The Skatalites,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
Chrome,
Harry Pussy,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Silicon Teens,
Mantronix,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
The Pretty Things,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.