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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Traffic Nightmare to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q65,
The Standells,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
Symarip,
Second Layer,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
Mr. Review,
Darondo,
Little Man,
Agent Orange,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Normal,
Jawbox,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Tropical Tobacco,
Von Mondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
The Cramps,
Lyres,
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
The Offenders,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.