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 Qatar 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
Scientists,
June of 44,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
Roger Hodgson,
This Heat,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
Angry Samoans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Flag,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.