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 Moldova and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 MC5 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
U.S. Maple,
Ice-T,
Davy DMX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
Godley & Creme,
Roxette,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
John Holt,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Altered Images,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
Bad Manners,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.