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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Nick Fraelich to the jazz 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
Suicide,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
Can,
Cameo,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
Lakeside,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.