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 Austria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
EPMD,
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
Moby Grape,
Qualms,
The Leaves,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Parrish,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q65,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues,
the Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
K-Klass,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
Tomorrow,
MDC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.