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 China and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Rapeman 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates,
The Smiths,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
D'Angelo,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Names,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
Eli Mardock,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
UT,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
the Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
Tubeway Army,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.