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 Oman and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 The American Breed to the grunge 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
Reagan Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Oblivians,
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
The Smiths,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gories,
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Piero Umiliani,
The Residents,
Skriet,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shuggie Otis,
Q and Not U,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
Minor Threat,
Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.