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 Armenia 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 The Durutti Column to the punk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Warren Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echospace,
Yellowson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
the Association,
Joey Negro,
Pussy Galore,
Wally Richardson,
Au Pairs,
The Trojans,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
The American Breed,
Pole,
Robert Hood,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.