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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
Pantaleimon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
This Heat,
Amon Düül II,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
Zapp,
Leonard Cohen,
Reagan Youth,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
Mo-Dettes,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
Ice-T,
kango's stein massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
The Move,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput,
Fluxion,
World's Most,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
Kas Product,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.