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 Belgium and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 J.B.'s to the dance 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Symarip,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
Hoover,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Sherman,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
Fatback Band,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
Cecil Taylor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
Erasure,
Arcadia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nils Olav,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Leonard Cohen,
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
Warsaw,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.