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 India and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Country Teasers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stiv Bators,
Flash Fearless,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
Slave,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wolf Eyes,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Patti Smith,
Mandrill,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
AZ,
Davy DMX,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
Siglo XX,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.