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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
Fear,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lakeside,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood,
Television,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
Can,
The Golliwogs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
The Martian,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
MDC,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
Glambeats Corp.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
Ornette Coleman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Kool Moe Dee,
LL Cool J,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.