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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Gang Gang Dance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
Lower 48,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
Josef K,
Pylon,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
In Retrospect,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.