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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Little Man to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
Fluxion,
R.M.O.,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
The Litter,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
Trumans Water,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
Whodini,
Index,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funkadelic,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.