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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Victims 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
AZ,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
Al Stewart,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
Absolute Body Control,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
Scan 7,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
Jandek,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Desert Stars,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.