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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oblivians to the punk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
The Residents,
Minny Pops,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
Visage,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Skatalites,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
Slave,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Porter Ricks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
Isaac Hayes,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.