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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Lyres to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
The Slits,
Franke,
Swell Maps,
Susan Cadogan,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Easy Going,
X-101,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
Fugazi,
Warsaw,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
the Swans,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
Quando Quango,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.