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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
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 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 Rod Modell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Sister Nancy,
Pagans,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Lynne,
The Barracudas,
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
MC5,
AZ,
Half Japanese,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
Sparks,
Mars,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
Index,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun City Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
UT,
the Germs,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.