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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agent Orange to the disco 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
Iggy Pop,
Skarface,
Intrusion,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
Aswad,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
Pole,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
10cc,
Eddi Front,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
K-Klass,
ABBA,
Rod Modell,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Suicide,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.