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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy,
Symarip,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
Urselle,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
Deepchord,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
Suicide,
Jeff Mills,
The Vogues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
Faust,
Cymande,
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
Al Stewart,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.