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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir 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?
Brick,
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Erasure,
The Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reuben Wilson,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
The Zeros,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lyres,
Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
Camberwell Now,
X-101,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-102,
Newcleus,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camouflage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
The Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.