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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Radio Birdman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
Prince Buster,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultra Naté,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ornette Coleman,
Dennis Brown,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Pole,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
Urselle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brass Construction,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
Quantec,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.