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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
Amazonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Bronski Beat,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack,
Nico,
Magma,
Model 500,
Albert Ayler,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slave,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
Gang of Four,
The Saints,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
Echospace,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
David Axelrod,
In Retrospect,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.