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 Equatorial Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Junior Murvin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Technova,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Sherman,
Oblivians,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
Sarah Menescal,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
Index,
Supertramp,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
Jeff Mills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alice Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yellowson,
Ludus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
Minny Pops,
Colin Newman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
The Slackers,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
The Moody Blues,
the Swans,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.