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 Denmark and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lungfish to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
Pole,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
Lou Christie,
Organ,
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anakelly,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
Roxy Music,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.