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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Wire,
MC5,
Malaria!,
Hoover,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gap Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aloha Tigers,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.