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 Egypt and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Liliput to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scion,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Count Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
Bad Manners,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
Bush Tetras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp,
Eve St. Jones,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.