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 Senegal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 the Swans to the disco 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liliput,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Pus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cheater Slicks,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
Siglo XX,
Excepter,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
Lakeside,
The Motions,
Moebius,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.