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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Kaleidoscope to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Godley & Creme,
CMW,
Animal Collective,
Rites of Spring,
The Dead C,
Roxy Music,
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
Swans,
Scion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Supertramp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.