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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Lou Reed to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Deepchord,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
X-102,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sonics,
UT,
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
Fat Boys,
Niagra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics,
Black Bananas,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Clear Light,
Chrome,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.