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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Black Bananas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Clear Light,
Niagra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
Procol Harum,
Index,
Icehouse,
X-101,
The Gories,
Lyres,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids,
the Association,
Scrapy,
The Stooges,
Make Up,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
World's Most,
UT,
Dead Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Order,
AZ,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Smooth,
Average White Band,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.