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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Gang Green to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
Intrusion,
The Fuzztones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
Skarface,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
48th St. Collective,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pretty Things,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.