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 East Timor and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New York Dolls to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Seeds,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Lynne,
The Barracudas,
The New Christs,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
Goldenarms,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Happenings,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
Wally Richardson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Martian,
Tubeway Army,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Lightning Bolt,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
The Skatalites,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.