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 Denmark and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 June Days to the funk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hashim,
the Normal,
Camberwell Now,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
Roxette,
Cecil Taylor,
The Saints,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
The Durutti Column,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
Liliput,
Goldenarms,
T.S.O.L.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.