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 Angola and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pretty Things 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
Cheater Slicks,
Make Up,
New Order,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-101,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
Darondo,
Ituana,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronnie Foster,
The Remains,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.