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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barbara Tucker to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
World's Most,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
June of 44,
Magazine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
Q65,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.