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 Philippines and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick,
The Last Poets,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Minutemen,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
Oneida,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.