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 Portugal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Count Five to the punk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Japan,
Leonard Cohen,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Joy Division,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
Nik Kershaw,
John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
Slave,
Underground Resistance,
Yellowson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
Rotary Connection,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.