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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Althea and Donna to the grunge 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
Lungfish,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deadbeat,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare,
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets,
Brick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
Easy Going,
Tom Boy,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Nico,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.