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 Austria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
World's Most,
Shoche,
Unwound,
Wire,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
Icehouse,
Davy DMX,
Buzzcocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
cv313,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
Reagan Youth,
Scion,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Fraelich,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
Camouflage,
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
MDC,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Howard Jones,
Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Skarface,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.