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 Tonga and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Ornette Coleman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
Anakelly,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
The Evens,
Stetsasonic,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bluetip,
Todd Rundgren,
The Music Machine,
In Retrospect,
Clear Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Eve St. Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
Gong,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.