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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eden Ahbez to the disco 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Jandek,
Inner City,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
Lower 48,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
The Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
Royal Trux,
the Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
Gong,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Terry,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
The Searchers,
Josef K,
Q65,
The Trojans,
X-101,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
Grauzone,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.