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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tom Boy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
Cal Tjader,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
The Buckinghams,
Index,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
World's Most,
Moss Icon,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
Brass Construction,
Traffic Nightmare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Almond,
Al Stewart,
Scan 7,
X-101,
Nas,
Little Man,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Youth Brigade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.