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 Somalia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Move to the funk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Technova,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
The Residents,
E-Dancer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
Oneida,
The Slackers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
Stereo Dub,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.