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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Trumans Water to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lungfish,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
L. Decosne,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
The United States of America,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Invisible,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
Tim Buckley,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
The Standells,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
Kayak,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Rekid,
Urselle,
The Birthday Party,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.