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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shadows of Knight to the crunk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
Chrome,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
Pierre Henry,
Alison Limerick,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
Kaleidoscope,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
Magazine,
Infiniti,
OOIOO,
Aural Exciters,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
Los Fastidios,
John Holt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
Audionom,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.