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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Gladiators to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Severed Heads,
Donny Hathaway,
Zapp,
Depeche Mode,
Mars,
The Smiths,
Hoover,
Bauhaus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
D'Angelo,
Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Pere Ubu,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
a-ha,
The Residents,
Franke,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drexciya,
Godley & Creme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
Trumans Water,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.