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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Marine Girls to the grime 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
Easy Going,
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Pole,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marmalade,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Rapeman,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faust,
Interpol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
Fear,
Barry Ungar,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
UT,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.