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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Public Enemy to the grunge 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Deakin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
Patti Smith,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
The Fugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
Young Marble Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.