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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Black Bananas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
Mantronix,
10cc,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger,
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
Skriet,
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators,
Skarface,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
Trumans Water,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
Animal Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
Glenn Branca,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.