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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 the Sonics to the techno 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
Altered Images,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Eddi Front,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Music Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Amazonics,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
The Searchers,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Half Japanese,
Slick Rick,
The Neon Judgement,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brand Nubian,
Mantronix,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.