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 Togo and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 The Happenings to the grime 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Animal Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
Smog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
Mark Hollis,
Angry Samoans,
The Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Pole,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Eddi Front,
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.