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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Bobby Sherman,
Saccharine Trust,
Qualms,
Clear Light,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camberwell Now,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
The New Christs,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
Brick,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glenn Branca,
Gastr Del Sol,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
Wings,
Magma,
Cluster,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.