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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Bobby Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
Moebius,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends,
Absolute Body Control,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
John Foxx,
Unwound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
Bob Dylan,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Faraquet,
a-ha,
New Age Steppers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.