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 Benin and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
Jacob Miller,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Intrusion,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skriet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
Reagan Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
Au Pairs,
Pole,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
Graham Central Station,
Throbbing Gristle,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.