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 Nauru and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
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 spring reverb 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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Althea and Donna,
The Fall,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
Brass Construction,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terry Callier,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
Rotary Connection,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skaos,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
The Gladiators,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
Television,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.