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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 J.B.'s to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
The Mummies,
Mandrill,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
June Days,
Niagra,
John Holt,
the Germs,
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
Unwound,
Flash Fearless,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warsaw,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.