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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 LL Cool J to the disco 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scientists,
UT,
The Last Poets,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Procol Harum,
Grey Daturas,
Hardrive,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Audionom,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Nils Olav,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mars,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.