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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
June of 44,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nik Kershaw,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monochrome Set,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
Wolf Eyes,
Magma,
The Detroit Cobras,
CMW,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ten City,
Loose Ends,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
Dead Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
The Slackers,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.