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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
the Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Flipper,
JFA,
The Sonics,
Gong,
Oneida,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Near,
Pagans,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.