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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rock 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pulsallama,
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Happenings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
The Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.