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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June Days,
Amon Düül,
Flipper,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
Mars,
Fear,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
Lakeside,
Ludus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
Smog,
Altered Images,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
David McCallum,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Silicon Teens,
The Real Kids,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
Subhumans,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.