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 Norway and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
Chrome,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Copeland,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
John Lydon,
The Music Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
Cheater Slicks,
Pole,
The Red Krayola,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Ultimate Spinach,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
David McCallum,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
Skarface,
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Mantronix,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities,
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
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.