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 Colombia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Hill,
Public Enemy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monks,
Crime,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cecil Taylor,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
Yaz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.