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 Mali and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Aswad to the rock 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Dual Sessions,
Tubeway Army,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
Von Mondo,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
Animal Collective,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Stooges,
World's Most,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
Altered Images,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
Excepter,
Yaz,
June of 44,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.