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 Micronesia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Glenn Branca,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
Dark Day,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Half Japanese,
Radio Birdman,
Godley & Creme,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
a-ha,
Rod Modell,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.