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 Antigua and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Black Moon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Franke,
Q65,
Liliput,
Clear Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Altered Images,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
Unwound,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Style,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
The Leaves,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
Symarip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kas Product,
Mark Hollis,
Flash Fearless,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.