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 Ukraine and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flesh Eaters to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
The Pop Group,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
Jandek,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Cale,
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
Brass Construction,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
Brick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
Drexciya,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
Patti Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.