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 Bhutan and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Red Krayola to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
a-ha,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
David McCallum,
MDC,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
Carl Craig,
Subhumans,
The Buckinghams,
The Toasters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.