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 Montenegro and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Amazonics,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
The Invisible,
Interpol,
Pagans,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
the Association,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Niagra,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.