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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Groovy Waters to the rock 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Second Layer,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Sneak,
Black Flag,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ossler,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
Symarip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
Crash Course in Science,
Das Ding,
Leonard Cohen,
Pylon,
Delon & Dalcan,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
Nico,
Warsaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.