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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
the Bar-Kays,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers,
Skriet,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
The Names,
Scrapy,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Inner City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.