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 Tuvalu and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Minutemen,
E-Dancer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
Schoolly D,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
The Residents,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
Das Ding,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
Reagan Youth,
Section 25,
Cameo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masters at Work,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Von Mondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.