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 Togo and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 John Holt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Gang Green,
Jawbox,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
Spoonie Gee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
The Happenings,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delta 5,
Black Sheep,
Agent Orange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.