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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Au Pairs,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
X-101,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
Slave,
Intrusion,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cymande,
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Talk Talk,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.