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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Organ to the grunge 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
Sällskapet,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
Nas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Max Romeo,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
Television,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
B.T. Express,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gong,
Monks,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
The Litter,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.