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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Angry Samoans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skarface,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
10cc,
June Days,
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
The Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.