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 Montenegro and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Yazoo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
Bill Near,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blues Magoos,
Cameo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ossler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith,
Deepchord,
Nils Olav,
Dual Sessions,
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
EPMD,
Tropical Tobacco,
In Retrospect,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.