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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Five Americans to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
Das Ding,
Ronan,
James White and The Blacks,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronnie Foster,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
Marine Girls,
T. Rex,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siglo XX,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
The Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh,
the Germs,
Todd Rundgren,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
PIL,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.