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 Somalia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 disco 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
John Foxx,
UT,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Move,
Excepter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
Alton Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Wings,
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Average White Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.