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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
Radiohead,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
Yazoo,
Ten City,
Television,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed,
Marmalade,
Simply Red,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
Gabor Szabo,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
Urselle,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.