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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New York Dolls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
June Days,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
Ten City,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
The Walker Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.