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 Mali and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Lee Hazlewood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
the Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Jerry's Kids,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
Hot Snakes,
The Dead C,
H. Thieme,
Animal Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
Masters at Work,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül II,
The Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Christie,
Index,
Section 25,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yaz,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.