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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 the Swans to the crunk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
Buzzcocks,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!,
K-Klass,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
Visage,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.