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 St Lucia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Unrelated Segments to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Ohio Players,
Juan Atkins,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
Suburban Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
Japan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blackbyrds,
the Human League,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
Mandrill,
Zero Boys,
Index,
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
Minutemen,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.