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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ponytail to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hashim,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls,
The Slackers,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tim Buckley,
Davy DMX,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs,
Amazonics,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
Excepter,
Buzzcocks,
R.M.O.,
Ten City,
Anthony Braxton,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalann,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
The Residents,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.