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 Bahrain and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
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 organ 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 Symarip to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Magazine,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
Avey Tare,
The Count Five,
Pantytec,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy,
The Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
48th St. Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Sound Behaviour,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan,
Kas Product,
Dead Boys,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Subhumans,
Wire,
Cluster,
Guru Guru,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith,
Oneida,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.