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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
Procol Harum,
The American Breed,
Chrome,
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Last Poets,
Stetsasonic,
Jawbox,
Terry Callier,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Funkadelic,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
FM Einheit,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
The Real Kids,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.