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 South Africa and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Niagra to the grunge 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
the Slits,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
OOIOO,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
Brick,
Das Ding,
Oneida,
The Human League,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hashim,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
B.T. Express,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shoche,
The Residents,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
the Sonics,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.