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 Angola and from Jakarta.
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 Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Interpol to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
Ronnie Foster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
the Slits,
F. McDonald,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
kango's stein massive,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Moon,
China Crisis,
Whodini,
Metal Thangz,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sonics,
Infiniti,
Barbara Tucker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aaron Thompson,
Wally Richardson,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
Iggy Pop,
Mark Hollis,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.