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 Finland and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
Janne Schatter,
the Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
the Swans,
Cluster,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
Newcleus,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman,
Joy Division,
World's Most,
The Victims,
Scion,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Symarip,
Unrelated Segments,
New York Dolls,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
Radio Birdman,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.