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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rites of Spring to the rock 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Bobby Womack,
Carl Craig,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
Y Pants,
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
Connie Case,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Whodini,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.