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 Monaco and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dead Boys to the rock 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
X-102,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agent Orange,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scan 7,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave,
Index,
Pierre Henry,
Average White Band,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.