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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 Knickerbockers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 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 Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
Don Cherry,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joy Division,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
D'Angelo,
Isaac Hayes,
Quando Quango,
the Bar-Kays,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Hood,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
Amazonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultravox,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.