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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Lucky Dragons to the grunge 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
K-Klass,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
Wolf Eyes,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
Yaz,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter and Kerry,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
Magma,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Style,
Faust,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rapeman,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Nas,
Franke,
Adolescents,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.