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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
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 Infiniti to the jazz 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
Scratch Acid,
The Busters,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ten City,
Blossom Toes,
Talk Talk,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
Inner City,
Easy Going,
Arcadia,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec,
Shoche,
Suicide,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
Deakin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.