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 Vietnam and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
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 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Cameo,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
Cheater Slicks,
Aswad,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
The Victims,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.