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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Japan to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
Lyres,
The Martian,
Theoretical Girls,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
Pierre Henry,
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sister Nancy,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Morten Harket,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
Black Sheep,
Maleditus Sound,
The Golliwogs,
The Doors,
Ituana,
La Düsseldorf,
Rakim,
KRS-One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
Symarip,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
kango's stein massive,
The Gun Club,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.