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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 David McCallum to the dance 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
Scratch Acid,
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
The Human League,
The Wake,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
Dark Day,
The Dead C,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
A Certain Ratio,
Stetsasonic,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
Qualms,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Mr. Review,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
David Axelrod,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.