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 Greece and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
The Fortunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maurizio,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
X-102,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
Negative Approach,
Drexciya,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
Todd Rundgren,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.