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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Lebanon Hanover to the funk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
The Five Americans,
The Standells,
D'Angelo,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
ABC,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Unwound,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wally Richardson,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Kinks,
Roxy Music,
The Motions,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
The Victims,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.