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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Patti Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
Bluetip,
the Normal,
The Searchers,
Tom Boy,
The Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aswad,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
X-101,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
Organ,
MDC,
Pagans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.