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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Halsall,
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple,
Grey Daturas,
Sam Rivers,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.