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 Guatemala and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
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 rhodes 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 MC5 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Magazine,
Pierre Henry,
the Association,
Model 500,
The Mummies,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
Godley & Creme,
Unwound,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Kevin Saunderson,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
Albert Ayler,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Severed Heads,
Wings,
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
The Offenders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minnie Riperton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Niagra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lungfish,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.