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 Albania and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
Radiohead,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
The Offenders,
Fear,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
The Happenings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Icehouse,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
ABBA,
Massinfluence,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reuben Wilson,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.