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 Ethiopia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Deakin to the funk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Young Rascals,
Hashim,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brass Construction,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Music Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Make Up,
Rapeman,
PIL,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
The Slackers,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q65,
Youth Brigade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.