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 Uganda and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Groovy Waters,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
OOIOO,
Visage,
Interpol,
The Litter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
Model 500,
Das Ding,
Deadbeat,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echospace,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music,
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Alison Limerick,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
ABC,
The Saints,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Accadde A,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.