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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
Excepter,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
OOIOO,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
Dark Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aswad,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
Lou Christie,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
Peter & Gordon,
Marvin Gaye,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.