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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 X-102 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
Moss Icon,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
The Sound,
Subhumans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
Lucky Dragons,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fear,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
Mantronix,
The Busters,
the Association,
The United States of America,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
Adolescents,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.