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 Morocco and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Joyce Sims to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
Aural Exciters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
Silicon Teens,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
Amazonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
Fad Gadget,
The Selecter,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Sun City Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.