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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxy Music 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
X-102,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
The Move,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
the Association,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.