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 Honduras and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moss Icon,
Fugazi,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
Lightning Bolt,
ABBA,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
Talk Talk,
Chrome,
Goldenarms,
Ice-T,
Minnie Riperton,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Lower 48,
Eddi Front,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
Pole,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Drive Like Jehu,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
The Smoke,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.