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 Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 New York Dolls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Selecter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
Nas,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
Terry Callier,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
Motorama,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
Section 25,
Circle Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques,
The Misunderstood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The J.B.'s,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.