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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Searchers to the jazz 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Erasure,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
The Offenders,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
Parry Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
Can,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
The Busters,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
MDC,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Average White Band,
The Smoke,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.