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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
Danielle Patucci,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
Can,
Half Japanese,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
Dawn Penn,
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
June Days,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.