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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
Scion,
the Swans,
Gong,
Make Up,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
Essential Logic,
MDC,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronan,
Cal Tjader,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alison Limerick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
Al Stewart,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
Graham Central Station,
Chris & Cosey,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Bar-Kays,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.