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 Luxembourg and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Fear to the rock 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
The Martian,
David Bowie,
MDC,
Bang On A Can,
Public Enemy,
F. McDonald,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Copeland,
The Smoke,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
Qualms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Infiniti,
Jandek,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soulsonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.