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 Zambia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Slick Rick to the rock 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy Collins,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
Fela Kuti,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
PIL,
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Smog,
Nirvana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gabor Szabo,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
Dawn Penn,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
Can,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.