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 Barbados and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Desert Stars to the rock 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
Kayak,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
The Count Five,
Outsiders,
DNA,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
Audionom,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
Erasure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx,
a-ha,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
Ponytail,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.