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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Boogie Down Productions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
The Remains,
Swans,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
Skaos,
Hashim,
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
The Beau Brummels,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.