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 Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eric Copeland to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Symarip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lalann,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Royal Trux,
Ponytail,
DNA,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
Television,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
Roger Hodgson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Knickerbockers,
Blake Baxter,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
Clear Light,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pere Ubu,
Chris Corsano,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.