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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Searchers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
Slave,
Al Stewart,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
X-102,
OOIOO,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
L. Decosne,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore,
Henry Cow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.