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 Comoros and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 EPMD to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wally Richardson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
The United States of America,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
The Techniques,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agent Orange,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
This Heat,
Organ,
Monolake,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
K-Klass,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nico,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy Collins,
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.