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 Georgia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Cymande 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brick,
June of 44,
Smog,
Eli Mardock,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
Yazoo,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Accadde A,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
Aural Exciters,
The Golliwogs,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
Cluster,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Ohio Players,
the Association,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
Nils Olav,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
The Mojo Men,
The Martian,
Faraquet,
The Moody Blues,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.