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 Finland and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 New York Dolls to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Hill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
The Red Krayola,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
Don Cherry,
EPMD,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
Sparks,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.