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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Iggy Pop to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blake Baxter,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Tim Buckley,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
Aural Exciters,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Motorama,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
Crime,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monks,
Audionom,
Mr. Review,
Minutemen,
Visage,
Rekid,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
Al Stewart,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young,
The Vogues,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
The Fuzztones,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.