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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Andrew Hill,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
Wally Richardson,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
Steve Hackett,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
Vainqueur,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
Moby Grape,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.