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 Portugal and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dirtbombs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Rapeman,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Smooth,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
DJ Sneak,
the Germs,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
ABC,
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter,
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Make Up,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Organ,
Sandy B,
Lower 48,
UT,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Fugazi,
Radiohead,
Severed Heads,
In Retrospect,
Buzzcocks,
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
KRS-One,
Toni Rubio,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.