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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Ohio Players to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Byrd,
The Leaves,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
Franke,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Associates,
Dual Sessions,
Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
the Sonics,
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.