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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Mandrill to the rock 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Axelrod,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
Lakeside,
Negative Approach,
MC5,
Infiniti,
Icehouse,
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
X-102,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
Wire,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sparks,
Josef K,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
Urselle,
The Stooges,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cramps,
The Smoke,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.