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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Pole to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Smoke,
Gong,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aaron Thompson,
Cal Tjader,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
Fear,
Peter and Kerry,
Stereo Dub,
Wire,
Whodini,
Vainqueur,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
Cymande,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
OOIOO,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Lucky Dragons,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.