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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marshall Jefferson 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
OOIOO,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
Roxy Music,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suicide,
Main Source,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
Mad Mike,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
the Sonics,
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eurythmics,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
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.