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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 The Moody Blues to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
The Residents,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science,
Hardrive,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Josef K,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
Eli Mardock,
Ten City,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Japan,
Echospace,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.