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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Newcleus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Subhumans,
World's Most,
The Smiths,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiohead,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker,
Television,
Nils Olav,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q65,
Janne Schatter,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.