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 Niger and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Television to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
Tres Demented,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fugazi,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
Technova,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eurythmics,
Easy Going,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
June Days,
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.