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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zapp,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
D'Angelo,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
The Leaves,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
MC5,
Nas,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
Fear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
Eddi Front,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.