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 Venezuela and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
Grauzone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pylon,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacques Brel,
Banda Bassotti,
Nico,
June Days,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
Hardrive,
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Junior Murvin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
Grey Daturas,
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.