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 Cameroon and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Surgeon to the electroclash 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultravox,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
Alton Ellis,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
cv313,
Buzzcocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
DNA,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Misunderstood,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.