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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sister Nancy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
MC5,
The Slits,
Funkadelic,
The Associates,
The Monks,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cramps,
The Fall,
June Days,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
Ituana,
UT,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pere Ubu,
These Immortal Souls,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Bourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonic Youth,
Tom Boy,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad,
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.