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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Hasil Adkins to the jazz 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Donny Hathaway,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
Alphaville,
8 Eyed Spy,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
Kas Product,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
Archie Shepp,
Shoche,
Whodini,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June Days,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxy Music,
Hardrive,
Rites of Spring,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
Accadde A,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül,
Cybotron,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.