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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cluster to the grunge 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
The Velvet Underground,
The Move,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Saints,
This Heat,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
AZ,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
World's Most,
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
cv313,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
Visage,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Index,
Trumans Water,
The Leaves,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
Nas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.