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 Italy and from London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
Barrington Levy,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
Hoover,
Joe Finger,
The Victims,
Zero Boys,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
cv313,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
Franke,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
Swans,
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.