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 Czech Republic and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Funkadelic to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
Theoretical Girls,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
Rapeman,
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
Morten Harket,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
Au Pairs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.