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 Nepal and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Lalann to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
The Golliwogs,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
DJ Sneak,
Rapeman,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis,
Nico,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Japan,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers,
MC5,
Cal Tjader,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
The Real Kids,
Motorama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Ultravox,
The Buckinghams,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.