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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
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 Camouflage to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
Tres Demented,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
World's Most,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Boredoms,
June Days,
the Swans,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
Carl Craig,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Sherman,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
The Standells,
Siglo XX,
Maurizio,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.