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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Quadrant to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims,
Q65,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Hood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Prince Buster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Los Fastidios,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.