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 Spain and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 David McCallum to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
Chris Corsano,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roger Hodgson,
Nirvana,
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
Barbara Tucker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Swans,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Y Pants,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.