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 Denmark and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gregory Isaacs to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Machine,
Ponytail,
Rotary Connection,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
Nils Olav,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terry Callier,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
UT,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
Darondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül,
Rod Modell,
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
Crime,
Gang Starr,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.