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 Saudi Arabia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Blancmange to the grunge 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
Suburban Knight,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
Rosa Yemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
Ludus,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
The Buckinghams,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
John Coltrane,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.