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 Zambia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 June Days to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
Audionom,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
Franke,
The Knickerbockers,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Mars,
The Young Rascals,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
Delta 5,
Michelle Simonal,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Nico,
X-101,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol,
Niagra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funkadelic,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.