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 Benin and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-102 to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
The Techniques,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
Wings,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
Dark Day,
Motorama,
Pylon,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
R.M.O.,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
The Litter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
the Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
Fela Kuti,
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
Lebanon Hanover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Near,
Stockholm Monsters,
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
Interpol,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.