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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quadrant to the grunge 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA 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?
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
Joensuu 1685,
cv313,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
Whodini,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
Scion,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
X-101,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.