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 Burundi and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 the Association to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yaz,
Television Personalities,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
OOIOO,
Japan,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
Vainqueur,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Desert Stars,
Trumans Water,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
Visage,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
AZ,
The Litter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
Eurythmics,
R.M.O.,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
Nico,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.