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 Yemen and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suburban Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
Ludus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
Lou Christie,
The Litter,
Ituana,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
The Black Dice,
Japan,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Chris & Cosey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
Shuggie Otis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Moby Grape,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
Toni Rubio,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.