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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Organ to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Doors 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
Excepter,
Monolake,
Cal Tjader,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
The Happenings,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Slits,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
Radiohead,
Visage,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minny Pops,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Görl,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
Q and Not U,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne,
The Sound,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.