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 Angola and from Taipei.
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 Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-101 to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
L. Decosne,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
B.T. Express,
Scientists,
Soft Machine,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
Ossler,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
Kayak,
Joy Division,
the Slits,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Siglo XX,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
the Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
Monks,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.