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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Faust,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
Mandrill,
Glenn Branca,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
Index,
F. McDonald,
Freddie Wadling,
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sam Rivers,
10cc,
Tom Boy,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
John Foxx,
Theoretical Girls,
Guru Guru,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.