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 Norway 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 New York Dolls to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eurythmics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
The Black Dice,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
Lindisfarne,
Supertramp,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sparks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
Sun City Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.