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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rock 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Trojans,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
ABBA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Underground Resistance,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Moby Grape,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
The Smoke,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.