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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
Faraquet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Severed Heads,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Index,
Amon Düül,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
MC5,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Josef K,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.