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 Cuba and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 H. Thieme to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
The Searchers,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Wyatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magma,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
Stereo Dub,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
Skriet,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
Half Japanese,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
Pylon,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Country Teasers,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.