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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grey Daturas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Knickerbockers,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doors,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shoche,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
AZ,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Model 500,
Robert Hood,
Y Pants,
Max Romeo,
Ultra Naté,
Lightning Bolt,
New York Dolls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
Sex Pistols,
Glambeats Corp.,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
CMW,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.