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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Blossom Toes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fall,
The Busters,
Liliput,
The United States of America,
Yaz,
Sandy B,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
Idris Muhammad,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
AZ,
Monolake,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.