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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Archie Shepp to the crunk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
New York Dolls,
Warsaw,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
X-102,
Funky Four + One,
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
Camberwell Now,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.