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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 MDC to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Toni Rubio,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
The Dead C,
The Martian,
Drexciya,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Interpol,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül,
La Düsseldorf,
Stiv Bators,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.