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 Macedonia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Altered Images to the grunge 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
World's Most,
Monolake,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pussy Galore,
The Move,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
Deakin,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
FM Einheit,
Malaria!,
Pole,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Bar-Kays,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacob Miller,
Tubeway Army,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.