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 Italy and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Smooth,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
Tears for Fears,
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure,
Main Source,
Reagan Youth,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
The Motions,
The Invisible,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Finger,
Dark Day,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
Alison Limerick,
The Martian,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
The Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.