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 Bolivia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Crime to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
the Slits,
The Gun Club,
The J.B.'s,
The Raincoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maurizio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
Mandrill,
The Dead C,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
The Walker Brothers,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
The Fuzztones,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.