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 Brazil and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ultravox to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu 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?
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
Icehouse,
Tubeway Army,
Charles Mingus,
Erasure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Music Machine,
Pole,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
Pylon,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Outsiders,
the Association,
The Raincoats,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Donny Hathaway,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.