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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sandy B to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Slits,
The Busters,
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
Subhumans,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
Intrusion,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
Dark Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Style,
Drexciya,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.