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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 United States of America to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps 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?
Ice-T,
Skarface,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
Lower 48,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
Pantaleimon,
Judy Mowatt,
Joensuu 1685,
X-Ray Spex,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Order,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
Q65,
Iggy Pop,
B.T. Express,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monks,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
Mantronix,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.