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 Uganda and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
The Smoke,
John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Wyatt,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
OOIOO,
10cc,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
Oneida,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
Japan,
The Red Krayola,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
Max Romeo,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
Pole,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.