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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Easy Going to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scientists,
The Vogues,
Country Teasers,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
Moby Grape,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultravox,
Public Enemy,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Star Department,
Ralphi Rosario,
T.S.O.L.,
Lucky Dragons,
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive,
Accadde A,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
The Pop Group,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke,
Nico,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.