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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Trumans Water 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
H. Thieme,
The Real Kids,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
Scientists,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
Quantec,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Josef K,
Gang of Four,
Schoolly D,
Adolescents,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacques Brel,
Skriet,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Fraelich,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Mantronix,
Freddie Wadling,
Ice-T,
UT,
Stetsasonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
Anthony Braxton,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.