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 Benin and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra 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 theremin 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 Parry Music to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
The Pretty Things,
FM Einheit,
Motorama,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rekid,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
Piero Umiliani,
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Scion,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
Fat Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
L. Decosne,
World's Most,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
Carl Craig,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.