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 Bhutan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
DNA,
Wire,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
Mars,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
L. Decosne,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Copeland,
The Divine Comedy,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
David McCallum,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.