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 Greece and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
In Retrospect,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Steve Hackett,
Ituana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
Bill Near,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
June of 44,
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Juan Atkins,
Blossom Toes,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rekid,
Nirvana,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.