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 Finland and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Pierre Henry,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
Unrelated Segments,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
Fear,
The Associates,
Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
New Order,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
Faraquet,
Organ,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.