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 Peru and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dark Day to the rock 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
the Sonics,
Warsaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
New Order,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tears for Fears,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
The American Breed,
Parry Music,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
Pole,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
Main Source,
Roxette,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.