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 Jordan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
Erykah Badu,
Spoonie Gee,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The United States of America,
UT,
Pagans,
a-ha,
The Motions,
Scion,
Alice Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
Mission of Burma,
Hoover,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
Zero Boys,
Ossler,
Spandau Ballet,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
Bad Manners,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.