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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wake to the grunge 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Liliput,
Duran Duran,
Faraquet,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Finger,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
Camouflage,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
Skriet,
Avey Tare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
The Smiths,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
Can,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
The American Breed,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
These Immortal Souls,
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.