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 El Salvador 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Beau Brummels to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
Pylon,
The Motions,
Theoretical Girls,
the Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
MDC,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Star Department,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
John Holt,
MC5,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.