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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ten City to the grunge 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Smog,
The Toasters,
John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Roger Hodgson,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
Brass Construction,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
The Standells,
The Gun Club,
Motorama,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.