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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Au Pairs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
Animal Collective,
Ossler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wally Richardson,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
Connie Case,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
the Normal,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Easy Going,
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
Marmalade,
Section 25,
Unwound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Gang of Four,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure,
New Order,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
X-101,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Mandrill,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
The Gories,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.