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 Brunei and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Names 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 grunge 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
Mo-Dettes,
Unwound,
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crime,
the Slits,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
UT,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
Faraquet,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hasil Adkins,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.