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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Patti Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
The Searchers,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
Trumans Water,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
David Bowie,
Fear,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
Young Marble Giants,
Porter Ricks,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
Skarface,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
The Raincoats,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.