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 Oman and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Toni Rubio to the disco 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
Josef K,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
The Moleskins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Byrd,
Oneida,
The Standells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Happenings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Cluster,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.