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 Benin and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
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 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 Dorothy Ashby to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Coltrane,
Bill Near,
John Lydon,
Josef K,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
Whodini,
UT,
Magma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Severed Heads,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
The Names,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.