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 Montenegro and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Echospace to the rap 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
Circle Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Deakin,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
Pantaleimon,
Spandau Ballet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
48th St. Collective,
Faust,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxette,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
Cymande,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.