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 Haiti and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
The Angels of Light,
Skriet,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
The Pop Group,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
The Toasters,
Altered Images,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra,
Whodini,
Hoover,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
Das Ding,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Morten Harket,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
the Human League,
The Busters,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.