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 Houston.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Agent Orange to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantytec,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
Toni Rubio,
Ponytail,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks,
Tim Buckley,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Pus,
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pagans,
Make Up,
Isaac Hayes,
AZ,
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
Minor Threat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Popol Vuh,
Television,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalann,
Rekid,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.