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 Yemen and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Beau Brummels to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
Mr. Review,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q65,
Alice Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Inner City,
Make Up,
Pantaleimon,
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.