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 Belize and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Wally Richardson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
D'Angelo,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Womack,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
The Star Department,
Crime,
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
Magma,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
Mars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Intrusion,
Lakeside,
Q and Not U,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.