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 Indonesia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New York Dolls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
Derrick Morgan,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
Neu!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Model 500,
Khruangbin,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
Kaleidoscope,
Monolake,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Severed Heads,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scratch Acid,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Litter,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.