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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Eddi Front to the jazz 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Easy Going,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
Gong,
Jacques Brel,
Lalann,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Five Americans,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
Flipper,
Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Motorama,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.