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 Zimbabwe 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Zeros to the electroclash 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
48th St. Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MDC,
Faust,
The Mummies,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
Talk Talk,
Ronan,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ralphi Rosario,
KRS-One,
Anakelly,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy,
Nas,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.