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 Niger 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tears for Fears to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
Nico,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magma,
Nirvana,
Harry Pussy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
the Human League,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronan,
Jacob Miller,
Fugazi,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Juan Atkins,
Warren Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.