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 Benin and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Niagra,
Marc Almond,
Section 25,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
The Moody Blues,
Aswad,
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
Smog,
Interpol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
Glenn Branca,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.