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 United States and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lakeside to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
F. McDonald,
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
Guru Guru,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.