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 Brazil and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Glenn Branca to the dance 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
David Bowie,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
cv313,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
David McCallum,
Ultravox,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
FM Einheit,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
The Leaves,
The Real Kids,
L. Decosne,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.