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 Poland and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Dave Clark Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Cure,
Kenny Larkin,
Suburban Knight,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Flipper,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Absolute Body Control,
The Motions,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
Monks,
Kayak,
The Smoke,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
JFA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
Das Ding,
Pere Ubu,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.