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 Tunisia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blackbyrds to the funk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rapeman,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
Eden Ahbez,
Bob Dylan,
the Swans,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
Scion,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
June Days,
John Holt,
June of 44,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Hood,
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.