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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Spandau Ballet to the disco 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
Hot Snakes,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
The Move,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yaz,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABBA,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
Maurizio,
Deakin,
Lakeside,
Minny Pops,
Ohio Players,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.