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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
Brick,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
Camouflage,
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Sugar Minott,
Spandau Ballet,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
The Black Dice,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Intrusion,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.