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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 The Blues Magoos to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gap Band,
The Slackers,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
Khruangbin,
Clear Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fugs,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
New Age Steppers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
Shoche,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
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.