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 China and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Womack,
Absolute Body Control,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
Parry Music,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
Essential Logic,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
Pylon,
Arcadia,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
Leonard Cohen,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
Scion,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.