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 Kosovo and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 the Association to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nico,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Trumans Water,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donald Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Black Dice,
Marshall Jefferson,
Icehouse,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
Shoche,
Brick,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
Silicon Teens,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.