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 Malawi and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rekid to the rap 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest 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 Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Fraelich,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Nas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cowsills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
Josef K,
Little Man,
The Human League,
Ludus,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
JFA,
10cc,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warsaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
UT,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.