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 Monaco and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Anakelly to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
The Index,
The Fortunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
Thee Headcoats,
Dave Gahan,
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Bluetip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
Ten City,
Metal Thangz,
Dennis Brown,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
DNA,
Absolute Body Control,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
Yaz,
Radiohead,
This Heat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.