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 Turkmenistan 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 The Sound to the disco 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
Don Cherry,
Visage,
Carl Craig,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
X-101,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
Interpol,
Susan Cadogan,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lower 48,
R.M.O.,
Negative Approach,
Radiohead,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
Letta Mbulu,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Laurel Aitken,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.