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 Austria and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Quando Quango to the electroclash 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
China Crisis,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
Ossler,
Eddi Front,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Almond,
Drexciya,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wally Richardson,
Sight & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
Magma,
Eric Copeland,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.