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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Knickerbockers to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultra Naté,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
Suicide,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Kurtis Blow,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
Radiohead,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
K-Klass,
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
Black Flag,
Bobby Sherman,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Lydon,
Arab on Radar,
The Index,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
Fat Boys,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
the Swans,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.