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 Belgium and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slick Rick to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
the Germs,
Dave Gahan,
Black Pus,
Basic Channel,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
Television Personalities,
Suicide,
DNA,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans,
Eli Mardock,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
Ituana,
John Cale,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Darondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Swans,
a-ha,
EPMD,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.